The alarm clock blared it's rousing tune, only to be smacked back to sleep by a pale hand. Emma sighed as she rubbed her weary eyes, she'd hardly had any sleep last night, too consumed in reliving the last week of her life over and over in her mind. The more she thought about things, the more questions she had.

With a yawn she sits up and throws her legs over the side of the bed, her feet sinking into the plush carpet. It was 5:01am and she had fourteen minutes to get herself ready before the car that was picking her up would arrive. She had a long day ahead of her of interviews and photoshoots for her new sponsorship deal with a big named sports clothing brand. It was another multi-millionaire deal she had gotten since joining the Storybrooke Slayers, she had to put all her private problems to the back of her mind and be on top of her game for the day ahead.

She had immediately jumped in the shower after Milah had left last night, so all she had to do was brush her teeth, get dressed, and she was ready to go. She chucked on the branded trainers, sweats and hoodie her sponsors had sent her, and she was out the door, the blacked out SUV already waiting for her in the driveway.

Once she arrived at the studio she had hoped she would be able to grab some breakfast and a coffee but she was ushered into a trailer by her agent who was already there waiting for her.

"Hey, Cruella." The younger blonde gives a tight lipped smile.

"Sit down, Emma. Let them get started on your hair and makeup, then the wardrobe department will sort you out for the first photo shoot.

Cruella never was one for pleasantries, unless it concerned money she didn't have time for it. She was rude and arrogant but she had managed to broker all of Emma's lucrative deals and she stayed out of Emma's private life for the most part, so Emma was happy with the arrangement.

Cruella had managed to get Emma as a client after the media frenzy in Tallahassee because of her little indiscretion with the staff member at the soccer club. Emma's career had never been so strong, so she ignored the woman's lack of interpersonal skills, and kept watching her fanbase and bank balance grow.

Once they had finished with her in hair and makeup, the wardrobe department had dozens of outfits at the ready for her to wear for the photoshoot. They mainly consisted of lycra sports clothes and hoodies, but they were also launching a range of underwear, and Emma was to be the face, well, the crotch, of the range.

Several hours and many outfit changes later she was absolutely starving, she hadn't managed to grab any breakfast at the studio before they had her posing for shoots. Thankfully they were coming to the end of the underwear shoot, but it was getting more and more risqué.

A couple of helpers had had to rub oil onto Emma's body to make her skin glisten and her muscles look more defined. Then the photographer was directing her to lie back on a plethora of pillows and cushions, as she was instructed to grope her own bulge through a pair of the new briefs she was modelling, the camera flashing with every shot. She felt silly grabbing her dick in these circumstances but it had been explained to her that it would sell the product.

When it was finally over she got dressed made her way over to the canteen, where she piled her plate with all sorts of foods. Normally she kept a very good diet but she was so hungry she just didn't care about counting calories or macros. She found an empty table and dug into her food, moaning with pleasure at every mouthful.

"Shall I see if I can find a private room for you and your food?" Came a teasing voice from across the table, as she watched Emma who looked as if she was in ecstasy.

Emma gulped down the food in her mouth and blushed a little. "Sorry, I missed breakfast."

"There's nothing wrong with a ravenous appetite." The petite blonde said with a wink. "Can I sit here?" She asked, pointing at the chair in front of her.

Emma blushed harder. "Sure."

"I'm Tink by the way." She introduced herself with a flirty smile.

"I'm Emma."

"I know, everyone knows." She giggled. "I helped oil you up for your photoshoot, you were very impressive."

Emma could have sworn that Tink just licked her lips. "Urm thanks," she acknowledged before taking a bite of a chocolate croissant. She didn't remember who had put the oil on her, no matter how hard she tried, her mind was somewhere else, with someone else.

Even though women always seemed to flirt with Emma, she had never really gotten comfortable with it. Before she was famous she would worry that they would think she was a freak because of her dick, and after she got famous she had learnt the hard way that people would use her to make money off of. More than that, she never believed that anyone could truly want her, so she kept her head down and carried on eating.

A voice called out for Tink from across the room. "I'd better get back to work, but if you'd ever like to model your underwear for me privately, I would be a more than willing audience." Her voice dropped an octave as she openly flirted with the soccer star. She then opened her purse to get a pen, and she ripped a small piece of paper from a notebook. "Call me, I can always make myself available for you," she said as she passed over the piece of torn paper with her number freshly scribbled on it.

"Uh huh." Emma nodded without any real conviction.

All she could think about was that tomorrow should have been her night with Regina, that thought made her push her food away, her appetite suddenly gone. She'd never see the brunette again, never get to fuck her or hold her as they slept. It made her feel hollow inside, and she didn't really understand why. Yes, Regina had always been kind to her and never betrayed her trust but that was her job, she couldn't mean anything to Regina.

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*TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE & TORTURE*

Gold had taken great pleasure in making sure Regina wore the highest heels he could find for her when she went to her appointments the evening before, just to keep her torture going when he wasn't around to inflict in personally. She felt like her feet were on fire and every step was pure hell. For once she was glad to be going to her clients, at least she'd be warm and safe from harm until she had to return back to Gold's base. Getting fucked was a far better situation for her than being under threat of his torture and abuse.

Gold had decided to continue with her punishment in the morning after she'd finished with her clients for the night. She was laying on her back, and was barely conscious. She had been stripped naked once again, her hands and feet bound to the table by leather straps as Gold secured electrodes to various parts of her body before turning a dial to send electricity shooting into her flesh.

His lips tightened into a sadistic smile every time her body convulsed from the electric current passing through her. Her screams had stopped a while ago, her throat too raw and painful to make a sound.

"I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I've managed to swap all of your appointments for the rest of the week to other girls." He sneered at her. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you…yet. I've already begun making arrangements for every lowlife I can find to have their turn on you. If you are going to behave like a worthless whore then I'll have to treat you like one." He turned the dial again, intense pain filling every cell of the brunettes body until everything turned black.

When she started to come back to consciousness the first thing she became aware of was a heavy weight on her chest and a soreness between her legs. Her head was pounding but she slowly managed to open her eyes.

"Wakey wakey, whore." A male voice laughed.

When her vision came into focus she could make out Robin on top of her, both of his hands squeezing her breasts, his full weight placed on them as he thrust into her.

"Hurry up, man. I have to collect one of the sluts in half an hour and I want my turn before I have to go." Jefferson whined to Robin. His only concern being to get off and not the broken woman in front of him.

"Don't blame me, she's not very cooperative." They both laughed as if the helpless, restrained woman wasn't even there.

Her vision blurred and once again everything went black.

*END OF TRIGGER WARNING*

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The interviews had gone pretty well and after the first few all of Emma's nerves had disappeared as she became more comfortable. She was sure she had been asked every question imaginable, and she must have been asked about her love life over a dozens times, her answer each time was that she was too busy focusing on her career to have time for a love life.

When it was all finally over she went back to the trailer that her been allotted to her for the day. They had finished earlier than expected as Cruella had made sure that absolutely nobody overshot their time slot with Emma. The blonde was searching through all of the cupboards in hope of find food before her car was due to pick her up. She didn't want to go back over to the canteen again, everyone wanted to talk to her and have their picture taken with her. Normally she didn't mind but she was tired and emotionally drained, she'd tried her best to keep Regina out of her mind but she couldn't stop thinking about how she couldn't get hard when she was with Kathryn or Milah, but mainly she couldn't understand why Regina always kissed her when apparently it was against the rules to do so.

It must have meant that Regina had wanted to kiss her or maybe she just liked kissing and did it with all her clients. Then there was the fact that Kathryn had carried lube with her, and when she fucked Milah she'd had to use lube. That had never happened with Regina, there had never been any need for it. Did that mean Regina enjoyed fucking Emma too, or did she just get wet easier than other girls. Emma's head was spinning from thinking about everything over and over.

She was relieved when there was a knock at the trailer door, at least now she could go home and get drunk until she couldn't remember her problems anymore. She definitely deserved a drink after the day she'd had

Before she could get to the door to open it, Tink walked in holding a Styrofoam tray and a six pack of beers. "Hey, Cruella told me to let you know that you ride will be a bit late, something about a crash on the freeway or something. Anyway, I didn't see you in the canteen so I brought you some food and I thought maybe we could have a beer together until your driver does turn up."

Emma was a little pissed that she had to wait, but there was food and beer so the good outweighed the bad she thought. "Okay, sure."

Tink handed her the Styrofoam tray and a plastic fork before twisting the lids off a couple of beers and taking a seat at the small table in the kitchenette section of the trailer. Emma sat opposite her and took a swig of beer before opening the treasure chest of food. "Thanks for bringing me food. My stomach thinks my throat has been cut."

The petite blonde laughed and started an easy conversation that just seemed to flow. By the time Emma had finished her food and beer she was feeling relaxed and enjoying Tink's company, she was quite enamoured with the cute woman's accent.

Sometime after her second beer, Tink had moved over to the other side of the table and was sitting very close to the taller woman, her hand resting on Emma's thigh. It felt nice to Emma to have someone willingly touch her for free, it had been over a year since that had happened and that of course had turned out badly for the blonde.

"I have an idea," Tink announced out of nowhere.

"Oh, yeah?" Emma asked curiously.

"Why don't I come to yours tonight? There are a few things I need to do first but you could call me later with your address and I could drive there." She was leaning in so close she was almost spilling the words against Emma's lips.

Emma was definitely tempted. She hadn't been able to get Regina out of her mind by fucking other escorts but maybe if she slept with someone that actually wanted to sleep with her without being paid, that might work. Even if Tink did try to sell her story it's not like she would have much of a story to sell, they didn't really work together, she wasn't breaking any rules that could get her in trouble. In fact, compared to sleeping with escorts this was a positively good thing.

More out of desperation than want, Emma opened her mouth. "Sure, sounds like a good idea." She wasn't sure, but what did she have to lose at this point? If she couldn't get hard she could just use Regina's picture again, at least then she could give herself credit for trying every single way to get the brunette out of her system.

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The next time Regina woke up she was back on the bare concrete floor, her feet still painful, her head was splitting and her body aching. She was exhausted and so very hungry, she hadn't eaten a morsel of food in over forty eight hours. She had managed to drink some water from one of the punters bathroom taps last night, after using the pretence of needing to freshen up to get into the bathroom. She lay there on the cold, hard floor, no longer able to cry. In only two days Gold had mentally and physically tortured her enough that she no longer cared if she lived or died, death seemed to be her preference in fact.

Despite all that she had suffered, the worst pain was knowing that Emma was done with her. Regina blamed herself for that, she had let herself get too comfortable with Emma, she'd tricked herself into believing she could relax with the blonde. If she had thought the blonde would stop seeing her because she accidentally slept in, she would never have done it, but she let her guard down and everything was destroyed.

Now all she could do was wait. Wait for Gold to collect her for another bout of torture. Wait for his sick little minions to come use her whenever they were feeling horny. Wait for her inevitable demise at the hands of the lowlifes Gold would bring in to use her body until it gave up on her.

She thought back to her father and how if he was still alive none of this would have happened. He may have been a terrible business man that left his family without a penny but he had loved her. The only joy she had ever known had come from him, well until Emma of course. She tried to not think of Emma and instead think of all the good memories she'd had with her father, not Gold or anyone else could take those memories from her. They were hers alone since her father had died.

She guessed that it must have been hours later when the door to her concrete cell opened to reveal the imp leaning on his cane. "You know, I wasn't going to waste another second of my time on you today, but then I remembered that Miss Swan's regular payment of ten thousand dollars wouldn't be reaching my bank this week or any other week for that matter, and it made me very, very angry." He spewed the words out with force. "And seen as you won't be having anymore paying clients, well, I don't suppose it matters what sort of a mess I make of you."

Regina felt a twinge of fear in her gut but nothing more, she was so done with everything. She didn't care what he did to her, ten years of his brand of hell had been more than enough for her.

The brunettes lack of fear irked the twisted man. He enjoyed seeing the terror in his girls eyes when he decided to wield his power brutally. He wasn't getting that from Regina and it completely incensed him. He walked up to the dejected woman and used his cane to turn her head so she was looking at him, there was still no fear or terror in her eyes, no reaction at all. He pressed the bottom of his cane against her throat, increasing pressure until she was weakly trying to bat it away. That seemed to appease his sense of power and he pulled the cane back, leaving her to gasp for breath on the floor.

"Take her to my work room." He ordered his ever obedient minions. Looking at his watch he added, "I have a few phone calls to make. Make sure all my tools are ready for when I return."

Gold's work room was the only one of the rooms he used where he would actually get his hands dirty. This wasn't the same as turning a dial to electrocute someone, no, this is where Gold would use his tools (an assortment of knives and other cruel instruments), to really work out his anger on whichever poor soul was the object of that anger.

He left the two men to drag Regina to his work room and strap her into the chair, leaving her there until Gold was ready to get started on her. She sat in the chair, too weak to even hold her own head up.

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Emma had just finished showering, mainly to get the remnants of her photoshoot oil off her body, before throwing on sweat pants and a sports bra. She made her way to the kitchen to grab a beer, something to give her a bit of dutch courage before making the phone call. She had in her hand the piece of paper Tink hand given her with her number on. During the car ride home and in the shower, she had thought a lot about Tink's offer of coming over. The more she thought about it the more she knew what she had to do. She had tried everything she could try to get the brunette out of her system, there was only one option left, and even though she wasn't one hundred per cent sure it was the right thing to do, it was what she had to do, for her own sanity.

She picked up her phone and dialled the number…